Here are just a few lessons
I learned that were reinforced today.
1. I crash and burn without my “me time” (aka days off). Feel me K?
I was in a beezy of a mood all day today (come to think of it, I’d say I’m going on day 3 now). Even one of the male (read: unobservant) NPs on the floor noticed and asked me point blank what was wrong, and told me I seemed down. Shoot. So much for my poker face. He then asked me if I was “chemical” which was so hilarious, I couldn’t help but laugh. How I managed to put on a smile for my patients is not just a miracle, it’s like the 8th wonder of the world.
2. Sick fiancé plus working girl adds up to a disaster of an apartment.
Picture this: Dishes in the sink piled sky high. Trash can filled to the brim. Empty soap dispensers. Dangerously low tissue/toilet paper/paper towel supplies. Basically, I will NOT be joining the Real Housewives of NYC any time soon. Working is one thing. Working and single-handedly holding down the
fort apartment, is another. Kyle needs to get better soon because I am seriously starting to 95% already crumble (I may be 95% there already).
3. Cold & rainy weather equals homeless/schizo patient overload.
I already discovered this lesson last winter, but I had forgotten how bad it actually gets. When our floor isn’t filled, we HAVE to (grrrr) take Emergency Room overflow. Since we are a cardiac floor with telemetry beds, all the patients need to get on our unit is “chest pain.” Oh brother. I have chest pain just thinking about the past shift. Admit me.
4. There is no reasoning with those who don’t understand reason.
Tough love is one thing. I am good at whipping patients into shape against their will. But why am I trying to argue with a guy who is definitely bipolar about why 7 suppositories are not medically advised (not only did he claim his past nurses allowed this [riiiight], but he also already had 3 bowel movements that day). Or the lady who claims she only speaks Russian (after I conversed with her the entire day before in English) and refuses to participate in passive range of motion while in bed (never mind the fact that I can’t even drag her from her precious jungle of blankets, which will surely result in pneumonia). If you have no desire to recover from open heart surgery, then why are you wasting my time. Of course, the patients’ stories change the second the surgeons enter the room on rounds. Manipulative buggers.
5. You can never pack to much food.
I took this pic and thought “there is NO WAY I can eat all this.” Wrong.
I ate it all. And that salad is even in my BIG tuperware (if you are wondering why I had to use a different tuperware, see lesson #2).
I’m kinda on a Clif bar binge. Loving the Z bars, especially the seasonal spooky s’mores. The salad was the most random thing ever, and I was as excited to east it as I was to make it. It did the job (which is hardly the way I like to feel about my food).
The rest of the diddies you know by now: protein pretzels, raisins, dried papaya, dried mango, apple, mini Luna bar (almost out of the minis!), and sugar snap peas.
I got home from work EX-HAUSTED and was so relieved that dinner was already done. I was definitely in need of a no brainer.
What we have here is a bit of snack plate action (times dos).
First up, a leftover black bean pumpkin burger on a WF english muffin with hummus as well as a side of BN squash. And on deck, an assortment of hummus vehicles, including apple slices, carrots, shrooms,
my finger, and a spoon.
It was even better the second time around (although that may have something to do with the fact that no prep was involved).
Like a Good Neighbor
State Farm hummus was there.
Dessert was fruity (and a bit vanilla-y).
In D.C. for the weekend, and I’ll announce the winner of my giveaway when I get back!